Dominate South Asia

The Caucasian military dog ​​is an excellent military dog ​​produced in the Siberian region of the Soviet Union. It is cold-resistant and starving-resistant. It looks like an ordinary local dog and has no special features. However, when it gets fierce, no other dog can compare to it. It is one size larger than the Tibetan Mastiff. If it is put together with the Tibetan Mastiff, it can bite an adult Tibetan Mastiff to death in more than ten seconds.

The Soviet military dog ​​has a long history. In World War II, the Soviet Union used military dogs to blow up a large number of German tanks.

And now, these two military dogs came to Afghanistan from Siberia, and they are still very fierce. Their limbs are thicker than human thighs. Under the short hair on their heads, fierce eyes are revealed, and their noses sniff from time to time. At this time, it is the first stage of their search for prey. Relying on the smell they smelled at the beginning, they searched for the same smell that might appear nearby.

Finally, they walked to a well on the corner of the street, and the Caucasian military dog ​​began to bark.

Soviet soldiers jumped off the car and surrounded the well. They used the flashlight to shine under the well and saw blood and a floating Soviet military cap.

The body had sunk to the bottom of the water. After several days, the body was swollen and floated out again. Now, only the cap floated to the surface of the water, and they knew that this guy was in danger.

"Chase!" Kurniaeva looked serious. When the Soviet squad leader went in, she thought of something. The cunning Muhammad was too insidious. The squad leader was killed because he was a little careless.

The two Caucasian military dogs chased forward. It was a small alley, so everyone gave up riding and followed the military dogs to chase forward.

Jalalabad is an important city in Afghanistan. There are almost no high-rise buildings here. Most of the buildings are very old. The alleys are not planned. In some places, only two people can pass side by side.

Although such a blind pursuit could be set up by the pursuers at any time, causing losses, but Kurniaeva could no longer care about so much. Even if the pursuers died, as long as the exchange of fire began, there would be follow-up troops to catch Muhammad again.

He couldn't escape, absolutely not!

In front of a big tree, two Caucasian military dogs stopped and kept barking.

Looking at the appearance of the military dogs, Kurniaeva knew that she had gained something. She looked up and looked at the lush tree. Muhammad wanted to hide in the tree, maybe he could escape his own search, but he would never escape the noses of these two military dogs.

"Surround this place." Kurniaeva shouted, and all the soldiers surrounded this place tightly, and everyone held a gun and aimed at the treetops.

"Mhammad, I know you are up there." Kourniava shouted, "If you come down now, I can guarantee your safety. If you stay up there, you will be shot."

There was no movement in the tree, only the wind blowing through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

"Now, I'll count to three." Kourniava shouted, "One, two, three!"

She shouted very slowly, but after shouting to three, there was still no movement in the tree.

Kourniava grabbed the AK-74 of a Soviet soldier next to her and pulled the trigger towards the tree.

"Da da, da da da..." With the sound of gunfire, leaves were constantly being knocked down.

"Meow, meow." At this moment, suddenly, a big cat jumped out of the tree. There were so many people around outside, and it was very scared. It originally planned to hide in the tree and not move, but the sound of bullets scared the big cat, and it could only jump down from the tree.

A bloody rag was tied to one of the cat's front legs.

Seeing the cat jumping down from the tree and trying to escape, the two Caucasian military dogs immediately kicked their hind legs and pounced on it, opening their sharp mouths. In the air, one Caucasian military dog ​​bit the cat's neck, and the cat screamed and blood splattered.

The cat was bitten to death, and the Caucasian military dog ​​fell back to the ground, spit out the dead cat and threw it on the ground, shaking its tail and looking at the dog trainer.

The military dog ​​thought it had completed the task and found the target, and it had not let the target escape. The smell was so obvious that it could not be wrong.

Looking at the body of the cat and the bloody rag on the front leg, Kurnieva's face was full of anger.

I was deceived! That Muhammad untied the cloth strip on his injured arm and tied it to the front leg of the cat. As a result, everyone was deceived by the cat and worked in vain for half the night.

During this period of time, Muhammad had already disappeared without a trace. There were houses everywhere. The local residents had a bad impression of the Soviet occupiers. Now, if Muhammad hid, it would be difficult to find him.

"Block all intersections and search every house!" Kurniaeva said, "Monitor all hospitals!"

Mhammad was injured. The bullet remained in his arm and had not been taken out. Soon, the wound would become inflamed. If he didn't want to die, he had to take the bullet out and use anti-inflammatory drugs at the same time.

Kurniaeva looked at the dark sky, her face twisted with anger. Since Kurniaeva started intelligence work, this was the first time she was fooled by her target. She was completely annoyed.

Darkness enveloped the earth. In the alleys of Jalalabad, Muhammad and Osama walked quickly.

After rebandaging the wound on his arm, Muhammad was going to throw away the blood-stained rag, but then he saw a big cat sleeping lazily, so he quickly grabbed the cat and tied the rag to the cat's front legs.

With this little trick, Muhammad temporarily got rid of the pursuers behind him, but more and more people were searching around, including Soviet soldiers, Afghan government troops, and Jalalabad police.

When he ran to this alley, all the roads were blocked. If he went out, he would be discovered at any time.

The big city was always under the firm control of the Soviets. Muhammad knew that it was a bit hasty for him to run into Jalalabad this time.

However, if he were given another choice, he would still do it! Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

What to do now?

Osama gestured to Muhammad, indicating that Muhammad should hide in a yard next to him first.

Muhammad shook his head. In this situation, the two of them could be found out at any time. If they hid in the yard, they would implicate the family.

"Creaky." At this moment, the door of a small yard next to them suddenly opened, and a woman with her face covered said to the two of them, "Come in!"

The voice was so familiar that Muhammad was stunned.

Dana?

Before opening the door, Dana didn't know it was Muhammad. She just heard the Soviets searching outside and found two shadows approaching, speaking the familiar Pashto language. She gritted her teeth and decided to save the two people.

After opening the door, she found that it was Muhammad, and she was immediately happy.

The footsteps of patrolling soldiers were heard outside, so Muhammad had to go in.

This is an ordinary small yard. The walls and houses are all made of adobe, which are mottled and old.

Muhammad only sent Dana to Saha to follow Saha in order to get some intelligence. After executing the traitor Saha last time, Muhammad did not give Dana more tasks, nor did he have time to take care of Dana, and went to Peshawar.

Therefore, Muhammad only knew that Dana lived here at this time, and Dana saved him at this critical moment.

The footsteps outside faded away. Now, the Soviets were searching the streets, not searching every house.

After entering the room, Muhammad said to Dana: "Dana, light the lamp."

After that, Muhammad gestured to Osama again. Osama skillfully picked up the bedding on the earthen kang and blocked the only small window.

Now, the outside was searching, and it was very dangerous to be discovered that the lights were on in the house at this time.

However, Muhammad had no choice. The longer the bullet stayed in his arm, the more dangerous it would be. Maybe this arm would be useless.

Surgery must be performed immediately!

Muhammad pulled out the bayonet, put it on the lamp, and carefully roasted it with the outer flame. There was a layer of oil on the outside of the bayonet to prevent it from rusting. However, if the enemy was stabbed with this bayonet, it would cause the enemy's wound to be difficult to heal for a long time. Now, Muhammad could only use this most primitive method to disinfect the bayonet and burn the oil on the outside.

At this time, Dana found that Muhammad was injured, and blood had seeped out of the cloth tied on his arm.

Without Muhammad's words, Dana had taken out a bottle of wine from under the table. This was brewed by traditional methods and the wine was very strong.

Muhammad untied the cloth on his arm with one hand, took a sip of wine in his mouth, and sprayed it violently.

Suddenly, a sharp and stimulating pain came into his brain. He didn't even blink his eyebrows. Looking at the wound that had begun to fester, he had to use the bayonet to remove the festering part near the wound.

Big drops of sweat oozed from his forehead. Muhammad was concentrating on cutting off the festering flesh piece by piece. His arms were tightly stretched, and veins bulged.

Dana was stunned, and Osama was also stunned. Muhammad at this moment was a real steel man! Without anesthesia and without a doctor, Muhammad was actually operating on himself!

At this moment, Muhammad had no other choice. He could only let Osama, who didn't have such a strong will at this time, and let Dana, who might faint from the blood, do it himself.

"Bang, bang, bang." At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.